She had a radio in her space, but there was no electricity at home, nor did she buy batteries, so it was of no use. She couldn't hear any relevant information; she didn't know the pace of her country's development. All she could do was carry a basket, pick vegetables, sit in a cool corner of the yard, and together with her dog, select the vegetables, occasionally looking up at the cloudless blue sky, taking a deep breath to appreciate the beauty of life.
The well water drawn in summer was particularly cool, especially favored for washing vegetables, but as she washed, she thought about some legends related to wells.
It seemed that in the old society, many women chose wells as the place to commit suicide. The well in their area was quite close to the river...
Yishui smacked her lips and sighed. Never mind, cleanliness is not always effective against sickness. During the Japanese invasion, wasn't there enough blood in this well?
